Feed me the ooey-gooey caramel fear
That sticks to the back of my molars
With the threat of choking me to death.
.
Pile my mouth full of candy corn
Until the only breaths I can take
Are stained with the stench of sugar.
.
Pour bloody cocktails down my throat.
Make me swell with the sweetness
Of a different life well-lived.
.
Give me the knife and let me carve
My own happy jack-o-lanterns.
Let me stuff them full of spite.
.
The shadows creep out of my soul,
Slither across the moonlit ground.
Dark living in the dark, redundant.
.
Redundancy doesn't bother the immortal.
It doesn't bother the monsters.
The shadows don't mind.
.
So feed me the ooey-gooey caramels
That make me tremble with terror
And bring on the night of the ghosts.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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